1 - The Time.
I was just finishing a Tori Kelly song at the pizza place next to my apartment. Specifically 'Anyways' and 'I Was Made For You'. The second was preformed with my boyfriend, Asher Black. I like to describe him as cute with a touch of amazingness and weirdo. I know, my vocabulary is so expansive.
But besides that...wait, what time is it?!
"Asher, what time is it," I ask in a panic.
"It's 10:30 PM, why do you ask," Asher says back in concern.
"I have to be home by 11! My dad is going to kill me!"
"No, he isn't. He hasn't yet."
"You know how my dad is!"
"Because I'm so afraid of Sherlock Homes."
"You should be!"
I run out the door with my guiar on my back and Asher in toe. Before you ask, yes, Sherlock Holmes is my dad. Not my biological dad. My parents died...but I like to think positive.
We make it to my house with 20 minutes to spare. Thank the time lords.
"See, everything is ok," Asher says putting his hands on my arms to reassure me.
"Thanks, I know I can always count on you." I walk up the steps to the door. "You know my dad is watching us."
"I know. He always is. I've never had a moment alone with you, ever."
"That's the point. But don't worry, we will get time alone sometime soon."
"Hope so."
"Know so." I was about to give him a hug, but then I heard footsteps coming to the door. "He's coming. I'll talk to you later. I love you."
"I love you too."
The door swings open and there is my dad, aka Sherlock Holme if you didn't get the memo, hovering over me.
"Goodbye, Asher," Sherlock says in a deep voice.
"Goodbye, Mr. Holmes. Goodbye Charlie."
Before you say anything, my parents were expecting a boy.
"Ok, I need help with something," Sherlock says. He pulls me in the apartment and slams the door.
"I'm coming, jeez!" I'm pulled up the stairs and into the apartment."What do you need help with?"
"I want to see what dress looks better on you."
"Why? I can dress myself..."
"You're going with Mycroft tomorrow. He's always complaining that you don't dress properly."
"Are you going somewhere? I can stay home alone."
"No, I'm having someone over. Client. I'd rather not have them see you."
"But why Mycroft? You hate him."
"He needs help with some stuff."He finally picks out a skirt and top."This looks good."
"What does he need help with?"
"You will find out tomorrow. Stop asking so many questions. Now go to bed. You'll be tired tomorrow if you don't."